We were busy until dark, and everyone went home. There were gradually fewer people in the wheat field.
After a day's hard work, more than half of the wheat field at home has been cut. If we work harder tomorrow, we will be able to finish it all. But finishing the wheat harvest is just the beginning. Later, we have to go through dewheating, drying, winnowing, and bagging.
That's when it's over.
When I got home, it was already dark.
After obviously sleeping all afternoon, he woke up just as everyone was going home, full of energy, and started playing in the wheat pile at the door.
These wheats were collected today, bundled one by one, and piled at the door like a hill.
Mountains of wheat are also children's favorite playground. Even if they are pricked by wheat awns and bleed, they are unwilling to leave the wheat pile.
Ling Xiaowei doesn't like to play on the wheat pile, but she likes to play on the rice pile. The rice does not sting, but the rice poles are not very easy to make fire.
Wheat straw is the best for burning fires and is particularly soft.
When wheat is being threshed, it is also a scene in the village. The machine for threshing wheat ears is the public property of the village. You can borrow it back for use after paying the money.
No children are allowed to get close to that machine. The sound is loud, but it is very efficient. It can remove all the wheat in the house in one day.
When the time comes, the fallen wheat straw will be piled all over the yard, just like the golden sea of clouds. Children like to roll around in it.
Because it won’t hurt if you fall!
In the evening, we simply drank porridge. This porridge was cooked by my father. Everyone was happy, and my father was even happier. He felt that he was not completely a useless person anymore.
Halfway through dinner, there was a sudden power outage! The village was pitch dark, and there were frog sounds outside the house. Grandma took a fan and went out for a walk.
Zhang Cuifen took Mingming to take a shower.
Ling Xiaowei went back to her room, lit a candle, and continued to finish the paintings she had not finished during the day.
Looking at her results, Ling Xiaowei felt that her drawings looked better than before, especially this line, which was not so stiff.
After finishing the painting, she took out the clothing design drawing book she had specially prepared. This was a new book she bought, not the white paper she found randomly before.
This paper is thick, it is a notebook for drawing, and it costs three yuan a book! It is expensive for a reason, because the paper is different from the one she sketches on, a little thicker.
Ling Xiaowei read the book over and over again and cherished it very much.
I drew down the design drawings I had recently thought of one by one. Not only did I draw the drawings, but I also made notes, such as what materials to use and what stitching methods to use.
I drew two pictures in a row, both of which are new summer dresses. I will give them to my father tomorrow and ask him to make them for her.
It's summer, and it's time for her to have two new clothes.
Before going to bed, Ling Xiaowei continued to study for two more hours. She worked hard to graduate from elementary school smoothly!
Tomorrow is a new day, but it is also a day to repeat yesterday's work.
But the new day was different from yesterday. In the morning, Shi Mingwei ran and came to her house.
"Hey! Ling Xiaowei, are you going to the fields?" Shi Mingwei shouted while running in place.
Ling Xiaowei was humming and washing clothes! She used her elbow to brush the fallen hair, shook her head and said: "I won't go, I still have to wash clothes!"
"Don't you have a washing machine at home?" Shi Mingwei asked doubtfully.
Washing machine? How is this possible? In her previous life, Ling Xiaowei never used a washing machine until her death. In this day and age, it is even less possible to have a washing machine.
"No!" Ling Xiaowei poured some washing powder on the clothes, and then rubbed them back and forth on the washboard. After a while, the white foam turned into gray-black.
"Would you like me to wash it for you?" Shi Mingwei saw that Ling Xiaowei was washing easily and looked very interesting.
"Okay! Please!" Ling Xiaowei couldn't ask for more! She didn't want to do laundry the last thing.
Ling Xiaowei quickly stood up and gave up her seat to Shi Mingwei.
Shi Mingwei was in high spirits and couldn't wait to sit on the small stool, then picked up his clothes and started rubbing them.
After rubbing it for a few minutes, Shi Mingwei lost any interest, "It's so boring, I don't want to wash it anymore, I'm exhausted!"
Ling Xiaowei was sitting in front of the door picking leeks. When she heard Shi Mingwei's words, she curled her lips and shook her head, "How could you be bored? Labor is cultivation. Doing more farm work is good for your physical and mental health. You are really too impatient.
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"Cultivation! You think you are a cultivator!" Shi Mingwei mocked, but Ling Xiaowei said he was impatient, so he was not convinced. He picked up the clothes and continued to rub them.
When the last piece of clothing was washed, Shi Mingwei threw the clothes into the basket with a graceful movement and said proudly: "Look, I washed them all, how dare you say that I am impatient!"
Ling Xiaowei also finished picking the vegetables in her hand. She held a leek in her hand, clapped and cheered: "Wow! Brother Shi, you are great! You are awesome!" Ling Xiaowei gave Shi Mingwei a thumbs up.
After hearing this, the expression on Shi Mingwei's face was as bright as the sun at noon, and the corners of his mouth were raised.
"Brother Shi, it would be even better if you rinsed the clothes!" Ling Xiaowei smiled with a cunning look on his face.
"How to rinse?" Shi Mingwei had no idea that he had entered the trap of Ling Xiaowei, a little fox, and he happily dived in!
"Go to the river! I'll take you to the big river. That will be fun." Ling Xiaowei said with a smile. She didn't expect this young master to be so easy to deceive!
When Shi Mingwei heard that there was something interesting to do, he became even more happy. He hurriedly took the basket and followed Ling Xiaowei to the river.
The people playing in the mud at the door obviously heard that they could go to the river, and they also clamored to go together.
The so-called big river is another river along the village. That river is wider and larger. There is a public cement pier over there.
But that pier is also far away from Ling Xiaowei's home, and it takes seven or eight minutes to walk.
When he arrived at the pier, Shi Mingwei was panting from exhaustion. These clothes were as heavy as yesterday's mung bean soup! They were both heavy.
"Look, we've arrived at the pier!" Ling Xiaowei said happily. In fact, clothes can be washed at the pier in front of her home, but the water here is still not as clean.
Now the pier in front of my house is covered with duckweeds, making it difficult to wash clothes.
There were already many children sitting or standing on the pier, some about the same age as Ling Xiaowei, who came to wash their clothes.
"Let's go! Let's go down quickly. We won't be able to get a seat in a while!" Ling Xiaowei said to Shi Mingwei.
She led Ming Ming slowly downstairs step by step.
"What are they doing?" Shi Mingwei pointed curiously at the men holding bamboo poles aside. They stood there quietly, motionless, so focused.
"They are fishing for lobster!" Ling Xiaowei said.
Fishing for lobster! Shi Mingwei was surprised. He liked eating crayfish the most. When he was in the city, he often went to the night market to eat crayfish with a few of his best friends.
